SCHOOL: Taking the holistic approach. Con Mi Madre has been around, in one form or another, since 1992. The singular educational charity acquired its current name in 2008. It aims to prepare young Latinas for school by also prepping their mothers. Altogether, Madre serves some 1,400 mothers and daughters each year on a budget of just over half a million dollars. Friday at the Bullock Texas State History Museum, the group’s Corazon Awards went out to perennial role model Nora Comstock, outstanding supporter Rudy Colmenero and longtime program director Sonia Castellanos. I caught up with insurance agent Elizabeth Gonzales, who introduced me to another stellar businesswoman, Rosa Santis, who started her utilities concern not long after she left the University of Texas. UT’s Erica Saenz told me about advances in Latina theater, while songwriter and producer Drew Womack informed me about Conroe-based musical act Folk Family Revival, which he described as a blend between Franz Ferdinand and country music. (Past profiles: Gonzales, Womack. Future profiles: Santis, Saenz.)

CHARITY: I felt like a chaparone at a particulary sophisticated senior prom. The guests dressed in tuxes and gowns. Some wore elaborate masks. My brown mircofiber sports jacket parked me in a corner of the old-fashioned, formal ballroom for Citizen Generation’s Masquerade Ball. This fast-growing group that formerly raised money from twentysomethings at nightclub happy hours keeps maturing. Like the Women’s Fund of Central Texas, another collaborative giving group, they, too, have raised their millionth dollar for charity. Yet during the first hour of this expertly organized event, my eyes kept wandering all over the Federation of Texas Women’s Clubs mansion at San Gabriel and 24th streets. Designed in the style of a palatial residence, it was clearly meant for public social purposes and decorated somewhat like a governor’s mansion. (I kept scanning the giant bronze tablets lined with the names of all the officials who helped make this place happen. They hailed from the era when women were identified in the manner of "Mrs. Sam Brown.")

FOOD: Sweetest story of the week. From Laylan Copelin’s story in the Statesman: "Nine-year-old Mikaila Ulmer has raised the bar for kids with lemonade stands everywhere. Her BeeSweet Lemonade has made that rare jump from neighborhood lemonade stand to the shelves of Whole Foods stores at The Domain and Arbor Hills. Mikaila added locally harvested honey, fresh mint and flax seed to her great-grandmother’s all-natural recipe. It also comes with a dollop of social conscience as Mikaila donates 20 percent of her profits to organizations that help save honey bees. "I want to help the bees because they are really important," she said. "One of every three bites we eat depends on the honey bee." Lynda Berrios with Whole Foods Market said adding BeeSweet Lemonade to its product mix was a natural. "How could you not? She’s absolutely darling," Berrios said. "She’s the total package."" http://shar.es/QJoAf(Amazing.)

TEXAS: Craft brewers celebrate new beer laws. From Shelby Cole’s story in the Texas Tribune. "Marking the passage of sweeping Texas beer industry reform, Uncle Billy’s Brew & Que in Austin on Friday will load a keg onto a distributor’s truck, which, for the first time since Prohibition, will transport the beer to a bar six minutes up the street. It will be the first transaction in what some predict could become a multibillion-dollar industry over the next decade. Until January 1 of this year, brewpubs like Uncle Billy’s could only sell their product on site: If you wanted an Uncle Billy’s beer, you had to go to Uncle Billy’s. That changed with the passage of Senate Bills 515, 516, 517, 518 and 639 last year, the largest overhaul of the beer industry since the Legislature legalized brewpubs in 1993. Under the new rules, the cap on brewpub production doubled, growing from 5,000 barrels a year to 10,000. Now, brewpubs can distribute their beer using third-party distributors, and they can sell limited amounts of their own beer directly to retailers." http://trib.it/1aEmwXE(Progress, one sip at a time.)

USA: What you learn about tech from watching 456 "Law and Order" episodes. From Rebcca J. Rosen’s story in the Atlantic Monthly. "Sometime soon after Netflix’s streaming service launched, Jeff Thompson found himself watching episode after episode of Law & Order. It was so easy. An episode would end and he’d click "next." We’ve all been there. You can watch a lot of Law & Order that way.But Thompson’s approach was different than your average binge-TV viewer’s. Thompson brought an archivist’s flair to his hours watching. As he’d go, he’d screenshot "oddities": scenes taken from a first-person perspective, or those portrayed in an unusual split-screen fashion. After a bit, most of the oddities melted away and just one thing—one single thing—kept popping out of the frame to grab Thompson’s attention: computers. There’s a computer. There’s another. And there’s another. He kept screenshotting them. "It didn’t take long," Thompson wrote to me, "to realize this should be extended to an exhaustive project." So in 2012 Thompson applied for, and received, a commission from Rhizome, an organization in New York City that supports work at the intersection of arts and technology. And that’s when his work really began." http://bit.ly/1bdc1Ly(Monumental.)

WORLD: Joy missing from Sochi games. From Bill Plaschke’s story in the Los Angeles Times: "From the gently rolling Black Sea to the jagged Caucasus Mountains, from gleaming modern stadiums to colorfully ancient Matryoshka dolls, the Sochi Olympics opened Friday with every conceivable natural wonder except one. There is a visible lack of joy. The strong-armed dream of Russian President Vladimir Putin has thus far succeeded not in embellishing the Olympic motto, but altering it, from "swifter, higher, stronger" to "unfinished, unsettling and uninviting." Along the cramped streets in the Adler neighborhood above Olympic Park, the locals keep their heads down and their expressions grim as they walk through a shopping district bereft of any sort of Olympic embrace. Two days before Friday’s opening ceremony, there were no Olympic signs in windows, no Olympic memorabilia for sale, and few willing to even make eye contact with the reporter with the shiny Olympic credential." http://shar.es/QJfb3(Antidote to anodyne opening ceremony.)